Chapter 16

Muse pov Hearing this man ask me such questions made me feel so scared that I literally started to shake in panic. I was afraid that he would report to mama and that mama would punish me once more. Above all, such a thing must not happen. The last two punishments were very severe for me. I will not bear to endure them again. I must therefore quickly catch up in order to return to the brothel with a favorable report for mama. I know she is waiting for me with firm feet. So, i wipe away my tears quickly and try to have a brighter face "Of course Sir, I was consenting to come here. You can sleep with me as planned. I'm here to please you. Don't be fooled by my tears, they don't mean anything concerning my will." I hasten to answer him so that he does not take account of my state of mind. "I don't think you are telling the truth. I can read fear mixed with sadness in your eyes. Obviously you don't want to sleep with me. Have you bee forced for this? " He said to me, stepping aside. "Please, you must do it, otherwise I will suffer the pangs and heavy consequences from mama back to the brothel." I beg him on the verge of tears. "I can't do this if you're not consenting my daughter. I would feel really bad to have to abuse you. It would be like rape against you and for personal reasons, I can't stand it. As soon as I saw you entering in this room, you seemed very small to me and I already felt bad sleeping with a child like you. From there to seeing your tears again, I cannot stand such a spectacle." The man replied by insisting. "But if you don't sleep with me tonight, I'll get one more punishment when I get back to the brothel. And I'm not sure I can survive this." I replied in a pleading tone. "But we don't have to tell others that we haven't slept together. We could sit here and tell stories to spend out the time and then you can go out like nothing has happened." The nice man offers me while soothing my heart at the same time. What a relieve for me! "So what about the money you offered? You can't give money without having the service you gave it for." I say in a nonchalant tone. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. I also think it's a sign that God is sending me to let me know that I was wrong to resort to this kind of service. resort to prostitute services, without wanting to offend you. " He answers me kindly. "Thank you Sir! You do not know what an immense service you are rendering me by sparing me this. I am so grateful for this act and I pray that God bless you!" I reply, giving him a grateful look. "Please! That being said, we can start telling our stories so to kill time. How about you start by telling me your story !? For example, can you tell me what a young girl like you, Who's supposed to be in a schoolyard right now, done in a hotel offering prostitution services? Why did you choose that at your young age? " He asks me the question, looking interested. "I don't think my story is interesting to hear. It is so sad and above all very long. I'm sure you will get bored listening to me." "On the contrary, I'm sure I'll like your story instead. And I have plenty of time to listen to you. I want you to start telling from beginning to end, without leaving out any detail." The nice gentleman retorts by taking a comfortable position on the bed. "Okay, if you insist. In fact, I am a student. Well, I was until two months later when my life changed overnight. It all started three years ago when my father died against all odds. I was taken away from my mother and brothers by my uncle who was concerned to provide me with a better education, as I am a very smart girl who has always excelled in my studies. Arrival. at my uncle's house, my aunt hated me without my knowing for what reason. She treated me as if I were her worst enemy and that I had to be killed at all costs. Despite her mistreatment, I took it upon myself to avoid any worries with her. I did all the chores around the house before going to school, she confiscated my pocket money often forcing me to walk to school which is very far from home. Sometimes I would spend the whole day at school without putting anything to eat in my mouth. She punished me was also preventing me from eating on certain nights. " At this point in the story, I take a deep breath to recover from my strong emotions. I have to fight back those tears that threaten to fall from my eyes. "That's not true! And your uncle, where was he while she was putting you through all of this?" The 60-year-old asks the question in a sympathetic tone. "He worked in another city and was only there occasionally. So I spent most of my time with his wife who took the opportunity to do with me what she wanted without anyone being able to worry her." "And why didn't you tell him what his wife was going through with you when he came home?" He asks me again in shock at my revelations. "His wife threatened me by saying that if I dared to share my experiences with her, she would ruin my life even more when my uncle went to travel. I was afraid to tell my experience even to my classmates or to my teachers who wanted to help me. However, I never complained about everything she did to me. I knew that sooner or later, I would eventually pass my exam and leave this house because my uncle I promised to enroll in a university I wanted to go to. But alas, Pen arrived this year and I will never have this grace to pass my exam or go to college. " I relate, lowering my head sadly. "So why? Who is this Pen and why couldn't you finally pass your exam this year?" He asks the question with curiosity. "Pen, this is the lover of my father's wife. She brought him home and introduced him as her brother to my uncle, when really, it is her lover who she does not hang out with. feel free to get laid when my uncle is at work. I caught them falling in love and as usual she threatened me and I couldn't say anything to my uncle. " "Oh my God! What a cynical woman! How can she accommodate her lover under the same roof as her husband?" The man exclaims amazed by what I am telling him. "Yes, Pauline is a really cynical woman. When I saw Pen the first day he came home, I knew there was something wrong with him, like that. people who have a bad background, the bad seed that rots all the seeds in the bag in fact. His gaze on me did not reassure me, until the day he committed the irreparable. " I stop for a moment and then I wipe the tears that flow from my eyes, without knowing when they got there. This horrible experience of my life always arouses very painful feelings in me. Telling it makes me relive the horror as if it were the moment. The nice gentleman lets me cry until I calm down, then he asks me the question with a look of curiosity. "What happened next?" "He abused me twice without any qualms. He subsequently threatened me that if I told my uncle's wife or anyone else about his despicable act, it would be my word against his and he had Because when she found out the truth, she preferred to bond on her own. Two months ago, she caught me throwing up and gave me a pregnancy test. evening, without even telling me the motive, she and her lover took me more than eight hours away from the house and abandoned me at the entrance of a town that I do not know. A lady that I believed being my benefactress, welcomed me and lodged me with her. However, she had other plans for me. She took me to the brothel which has become my current home. Despite my reluctance to refuse to prostitute myself, I I have no choice but to confirm myself, because the penalties are so severe. I learned two weeks ago that I was pregnant and I understood the reason for which my uncle's wife and Pen had kicked me out of the house. It was to ensure their rear. The doctor evacuated the pregnancy and I think it was for the good of this child. I no longer have any excuse to escape my fate. I'm afraid it's over for me. From now on, that's my life. "I conclude at the end of the story. The man listened to me religiously and at the end I can see emotion on his face. "I am so sorry my little one for so much suffering you have endured!" He said with concern. "Do you understand why I was crying earlier when we wanted to have sex? Every time a man approaches me to touch me, I relive this trauma with Pen and it's stronger than me. . I don't know how I'm going to get over this traumatic time in my life. " "I understand my child. And know that you look a lot like my granddaughter. She surely would have been your age if she was still alive. That's why I couldn't abuse you. It would be like committing a living crime. to my little girl. " The man replies the melancholy face. "I'm sorry for your little girl! You are a very lovable gentleman. What you have just done increases your esteem and proves that you are a great man with a noble feeling." I reply sincerely. "Your story moves me deeply and I would like to help you." He says to me looking serious. "I would be really happy to be taken out of this brothel, but how is that possible? It's kept more than a prison and I'm escorted by gorillas to come here. Even as we discuss this. , they are posted in front of the door waiting for me. It is impossible to escape from their hands. " I reply pessimistically. "I think I have an idea to get you out of here!" The sixty-year-old told me thoughtful. "Ah yes, but how?" I hasten to ask him. "At the moment, I can't tell you anything about the plan I have in mind. But I will ask to have your services once again in two days. That will be the day that I will implement my Plan. Do everything you can not to have another date in the meantime, for fear of running into a big pervert who will not hesitate with pity to abuse you. Get ready, everything will go quickly. It will be your release . " He told me convincingly.